For Darkness.
Standing alone on the rooftops in the darkness of shadows bought on only by the misunderstandings and rabid ravings of those who have misunderstood. The never-ending cycle of the victim and the prey that thinks that they are the ones whom everyone must bare witness to their tragedies.
What tragedy? When I say to you what it is you want to hear you tell me that I am wrong and that what you want to hear is only what you want to say. But that is not what you tell me, but rather is what I must know through seeing through you. I know when you ask me what is wrong that you only want to tell me how your life is worse than mine.
The misunderstood ravings of a misunderstood mind. Every time you asked me what was bothering me I told you gladly and you never listened. Instead you heard only your own complaints, which you spewed meaninglessly afterwards. Falsely exaggerated claims pierce my ears and destroy my mind. You misunderstood what I was saying. I did not want to know what was wrong with you, because there is nothing to say. You’re a liar, full of filth and scum. But I know the truth.
You think you know all. You think you know best. You want to change me, believing that I am the one who needs to be changed.
But this time it is you who are wrong… this time it is you who misunderstood.